Eyes of clarity follow from a distance
knowing next what comes
Billow my form in plummeting chance
Feast on fear yet to be fealt
Dawns feeble light no hinderance to glance
Frozen night air warms and numbs
Welcoming you, my partner in dance
Ripping through flesh below pelt
I dive within my realm of Air
Aware of the heartbeat
Capturing motion deep in my stare
Tasting from here bloods heat
A small meal this hare, within Eagles beak
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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